Archive for Friedrich Nietzsche


Posted in Painting, Philosophy with tags , on April 28, 2017 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

Rosso Fiorentino, Pieta

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?

Text: Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Section 125, tr. Walter Kaufmann
Image: Rosso Fiorentino, Pietà, c. 1540, Musée du Louvre

Philosophy Posters 2

Posted in Philosophy, Poster with tags , on June 16, 2012 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

Max Temkin

In vino poesis?

Posted in Painting, Poetry, Writing with tags , , on June 9, 2009 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

According to Johann Gottfried Herder, “A nation in its wild state is strong in its language, its images and its vices – drunkenness and violence are the favourite vices of a nation which still holds manliness (arete) to be a virtue, and drunken frenzy to be pleasure. All the refined weaknesses did not yet exist which nowadays make for our good and bad qualities, our happiness and unhappiness, rendering us pious and cowardly, cunning and tame, learned and leisurely, compassionate and voluptuous. It was this drunkenness that gave rise to savage revelries, a wild dance, a rude music and in the unpolished language of the age, a rude kind of song.

“Thus it was not by the altar, but in wild dances of joy that poetry was born… It was this drunken poetry that was led to the altars for expiation. Here it was religion that commanded drunkenness in wine and in love and thus drunkenness submitted to religion: its song was full of the animal sensuality that informs the language of wine, and the wine in its turn raises it to a certain mystic sensuality that is the language of the gods… “

And Nietzsche: “Even under the influence of the narcotic draught, of which songs of all primitive men and peoples speak, or with the potent coming of spring that penetrates all nature with joy, these Dionysian emotions awake, and as they grow in intensity everything subjective vanishes into complete self-forgetfulness.”

Peter Paul Rubens, Drunken Silenus

Drunken Silenus, Peter Paul Rubens, 1618